Save Myself Therapy | Taekook

Becoming His Problem

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—--Jungkook's Prov —---------------------

The brilliant red letters stared back at me. It seemed like they were accusing me for scaring myself with that name. The red liquid was spilling out slowly, blending with the pool of blood forming on the floor.

Suddenly I started to feel nauseous while an uneasy feeling started to rise in my stomach. I didn't realize when my palm had started to sweat. That uneasiness was painful and I am sure my face had paled out displaying agony as that feeling started to rise up more.

I could feel the thudding of my heart in my ear, was it fast or possibly slowing? I need to do something... it is not a good feeling...

My gaze fell on the box on the desk which had all supplies for the aftermath of cutting. My stomach flipped more and I could feel the surrounding spin a bit as I pulled myself in sitting position. I dragged myself making slow attempts to walk towards the desk.

My gaze never left the name engraved on my arm. The wounds were still fresh and the blood was still dripping out due to my movements. The red liquid made the letters look more elongated.

Suddenly Taehyung's voice rang through my ear, "Life is wonderful, Kook, Cherish it." But what surprised me more was the warmth I felt on my cheek and realized that it was tear. I reached up to catch it but it amazed me more when it started a downpour of warm liquid from my eyes.

I finally sat on the chair feeling the warm liquid falling on the name merging with red messing it up more. Though it felt like each tear took away his energy slowly, but in a way, it feels like a weight being lifted from my shoulders.

With my unsteady vision and under free hand I grabbed the ointment from the box and rubbed it over the cuts hissing in between the process. I found a fresh roll of bandage and used it to wrap the cut while tears had gathered on to my palm.

I am crying...

Why... why...

I pulled out my phone from my pocket and scrolled through. My fingers paused hovering over the name that was engraved on my arm. My sub consciousness speaking to me...

I can't believe it, I am crying. I never cried. Why, now?

As if my fingers had their own mind, in seconds I was staring at the message that was displayed as delivered.

Help me!

—-----Taehyung's Prov—-------------

Jungkook : Help me!

A sad smile played on my lips when I saw the message and quickly texted back coming out of my senses. I got up from bed in a rush not caring that I was in a loose t-shirt and shorts. I slipped on my flops which were close by.

I stepped out of my room, meeting Bogum who was still in the living room engrossed in his painting. I quickly grabbed a cushion that was laying on the couch and threw at him. the cushion landed hitting slightly Bogum's leg.

Not looking back at the other male for his reaction, I yelled informing him of my departure.

"I am going out."

I heard Bogum's voice saying, "Text where you are if you need me." and I knew he too didn't look up from his painting.

"Sure" I screamed back as the door closed behind me and I sprinted down the stairs instead of using the elevator. Cannot waste time when my breath is on the clock because of a certain ravenette?